MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

The bell rang, and the fight between Damon Cross and Jaxon Lee began.

Damon moved forward with confidence, his Muay Thai skills ready to shine.

Jaxon, shorter and with a boxing background, took a cautious stance, trying to stay out of Damon's range.

Damon started with a quick low kick, aiming at Jaxon's lead leg.

Jaxon winced but kept moving. Damon didn't waste time.

He threw another low kick, then followed with a straight right hand.

Jaxon tried to respond with a jab, but Damon ducked and slipped out of the way.

Commentators spoke as the fighters moved.

Michael said, "Damon's low kicks are looking sharp. He's using his height and reaches well."

Daniel added, "Jaxon needs to close the distance to use his boxing. But Damon's doing a great job keeping him at bay."

Damon continued his attack. He landed another low kick, then added a sharp left elbow to Jaxon's side.

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Jaxon staggered slightly but stayed on his feet. He tried to move in with a combination of punches, but Damon blocked and countered with a right cross.

Damon's height gave him an advantage. He was able to keep Jaxon at a distance, using his longer reach.

He landed a few more punches and a heavy elbow strike that made Jaxon back up. Jaxon looked frustrated, struggling to get past Damon's defense.

Michael remarked, "Damon is really controlling the pace here. Jaxon seems to be struggling to find his rhythm."

Daniel agreed, "Yes, Damon's strikes are landing cleanly. Jaxon needs to make a move soon, or he'll be in trouble."

Jaxon tried to close the distance again, throwing a combo of punches.

Damon blocked most of them and then responded with another low kick that landed with a thud. Jaxon's leg bent slightly, and he took a step back.

Damon saw his chance. He moved in with a powerful right hook, connecting with Jaxon's jaw.

Michael's voice rose with excitement. "Damon's showing why he's on a win streak! Jaxon is struggling to stay upright!"

Daniel added, "Damon's timing is perfect. He's landing those shots with precision. Jaxon looks like he's in trouble."

Jaxon's head flew back, and he staggered. Damon followed up with a number of quick punches. Jaxon tried to defend, but Damon was too fast.

Damon landed a final, clean right hand to Jaxon's chin. Jaxon's legs gave way, and he fell to the mat.

The crowd gasped as Jaxon fell, and Damon moved in quickly.

Damon landed two hammer fists, pounding Jaxon's head with heavy, relentless strikes. Each blow landed with a thud, shaking Jaxon's body. The referee jumped in, pulling Damon off and waving his arms to signal the end of the fight.

Michael exclaimed, "Oh, that's it! Damon finished it with those hammer fists! What a performance!"

Daniel agreed, "Incredible finish! Damon showed his power and skill. Jaxon couldn't handle that."

As Damon stood over Jaxon, who lay unconscious, he smirked and said, "Goodnight."

Michael and Daniel continued their commentary as the arena buzzed with excitement.

Michael said, "What a performance by Damon Cross! This is his first clean knockout. He dominated from the start and ended it in the first round." His voice was filled with enthusiasm, capturing the energy of the crowd.

Daniel added, "Absolutely, Michael. Damon is on the right path. This win shows his Muay Thai skills and his ability to finish a fight quickly. He's looking strong and focused despite doing it all alone." He nodded approvingly as he spoke.

Michael agreed, "It's impressive to see him get the finish so early. Damon's clearly making a name for himself in this division." He leaned forward, emphasizing Damon's rising reputation.

Daniel shook his head slightly and said, "Although Damon is good, going up a weight class might benefit him more. With his height, fighting at flyweight is just embarrassing. He'd be more dominant against bigger opponents."

Michael responded, "That's a valid point, Daniel. Damon's skills are undeniable, but moving up could give him even more of an edge."

The announcer walked into the cage with a steady stride, microphone in hand.

Jaxon Lee had already regained his senses and was talking with his corner men.

Damon Cross stood alone in the center, his gaze focused, awaiting the official decision.

The referee, standing between the two fighters, took hold of their wrists, preparing to declare the victor. The crowd quieted down, eager to hear the final result.

The announcer raised the microphone to his lips, his voice booming through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, referee John Doe has called a stop to this contest at 2 minutes, 35 seconds of the very first round, declaring the winner by knockout…"

The pause added to the tension even though everyone already knew who won. Every eye in the arena focused on the center of the cage.

The announcer's voice rose as he called out, "Damon Cross!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, their energy filling the venue. The referee lifted Damon's hand high, signaling his victory.

Damon allowed a small, confident smile to cross his face as he soaked in the applause.

Damon shook the referee's hand, then the announcer's, as a sign of respect.

Next, he walked over to Jaxon, who was still recovering from the knockout.

Damon extended his hand, and Jaxon took it, his eyes narrowing slightly, pulling him into a hug.

"I heard you said goodnight to me," Jaxon said, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Maybe you should go pick on guys your own size." He stepped back, forcing a smile onto his face.

Damon glared at Jaxon, feeling a surge of irritation. He couldn't deny it; Jaxon's words were getting to him.

It wasn't like they were lies, either. Damon had been dominating the fight, and his height and reach had given him a significant advantage.

But Damon pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on his goal.

He was going to fight the last match, then request to change weight classes to a suitable from Mr steele. In his mind, the nexy fight was already a guaranteed win.